#I'm currently debating between that or turn back time for his playlist

[gunilslaugh]

Hi! I hope I'm asking this right. What do you think the XH boys' reactions would be to reader falling asleep on them? Thank you so much!!!! You're writing is always so good!

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All Members <^-^>

Summary: When you fall asleep on them.

WC:1.2k

Warning: grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

The movie illuminated the t.v. located in the living room. You and Gunil were having a movie date night. However your main focus was not the movie it was keeping your eyes open. You had a very long and tiring day, but you still wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, Gunil. Before you knew it you had lost the battle against sleep, head landing on Gunil’s shoulder as the rest of you slumped into his side. He initially tensed at the sudden newfound weight, yet he immediately relaxed once he realized it was you. Admiring your face for a moment prior to readjusting you to a more comfortable position, head on his chest with his arm wrapped protectively around your frame. Gunil knew you had a long day and needed the rest. He grabbed his phone and snapped a quick photo of your sleeping state. Then he set it as his wallpaper thinking you were the cutest thing. If you were still sleeping when the movie ended he would pick you up and tuck you into bed. Leaving a kiss on your forehead and uttering “Goodnight angel,”

Jungsu

Jungsu had a free day from schedules and you guys spent it together just lounging around. The both of you were currently in your bedroom. He sat upright on your bed, upper body leaning against the headboard. You laid horizontally across his lap with your legs slightly dangling off of the bed. Phones occupied you both, occasionally showing each other something you came across. One of Jungsu’s hands found its way into your hair, absentmindedly stroking it.  Your eyes fell closed at the soothing motion. Jungsu only notices that you’ve fallen asleep when he goes to show you a funny video he found. A smile adorns his face as he gazes at your peaceful state. His hand keeps stroking your hair having the irrational thought that if he stopped you might wake up. Little moments like these are some of the ones he cherishes the most. They make his heart filled with warmth and he feels so lucky to have found you. When you wake up he says something along the lines of “Oh look who’s awake,” then proceeds to show you the video that he wanted to show you earlier.

Gaon/Jiseok

It was sometime in the afternoon and you were seated on the floor in Jiseoks bedroom at the dorm. His guitar occupied his lap while you were wrapped around him like a koala from his back. He called your antics silly, but when you went to let go.

“I called you silly. I didn’t tell you to let go,” he pouted, bringing your arms back around his middle. You then rested your chin on his shoulder. Jiseok liked whenever you were clingy, although it usually happened whenever you were tired. This rang true after he asked what you thought about a song he just played only to be met with silence. Turning his head to look at you he found that you were indeed asleep. How can someone even fall asleep like that? He thinks, shaking his head slightly, letting out a chuckle. He debates between waking you up or letting you sleep. For now he let you sleep, but when sitting on the floor began to grow uncomfortable he had to wake you up. 

“Y/n I’m sorry wake up,” he said, detaching your arms causing you to stir. “You can sleep on the bed if you’re still tired,”. You plop yourself onto his bed and open your arms as a silent asking for cuddles to which Jiseok happily obliges.

O.de/Seungmin

The sun had already set and the moon shone brightly in the night sky. You and Seungmin were currently on the bus heading back from your long day out. The two of you shared headphones, listening to a playlist that the both of you had created together. You naturally rested your head against his shoulder and he leaned his head against yours. You found yourself caving to the exhaustion of having been out most of the day. Seungmin noticed and told you to get some rest. He held one of your hands in his lap caressing it softly with his thumb. Occasionally he would gently play with your fingers. He took a photo of you resting on his shoulder and saved it to the folder on his phone dedicated to you.Once you were arriving at your stop he woke you up by patting your head. Once you had arrived at your home he insisted on tucking you into bed before leaving. He gently brushed his finger through your hair a few times before leaving a loving peck on your nose. On his walk back to the dorms he stared at the photo he had taken of you earlier.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

You accompanied Hyeongjun to the studio. He was diligently working on writing lyrics for some songs that were on their way of being produced. Pair of you sitting on a small sofa that was in the studio. From time to time he would ask for your opinions about what wording sounded better or if the lyric matched with the vibe of the song. Despite those short conversations the studio was filled with a quiet, yet comfortable, even cozy atmosphere. Probably why you found it so easy to just lay yourself across his lap. Hyeongjun lightly ruffled your hair a bit giving you a smile before turning his attention back to writing the lyrics. Hyeongjun once again went to ask you for your opinion, but was met with your sleeping figure. His heart rate increased a bit at the way you were cuddling into the bottom of his hoodie. He checks the time and sees that it has gotten quite late. He feels a bit bad for keeping you so long. He also feels a pang of guilt for waking you up when you look so comfortable, but you reassure him that everythings alright. He secretly wants you to fall asleep on him more often.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon’s laptop was balanced on both of your legs, playing a show. You and Jooyeon were cuddled up with your head resting on his chest. One of his arms was casually flung over your waist. His hand traced out random shapes and he would occasionally tickle you just to annoy you. When he tickled you and wasn’t met with your hand smacking his away he knew something was off. He looked down at where you laid on his chest. Your breathing was deeper and your lips were partly open. He immediately whipped out his phone to take an unflattering picture of you to tease you about later. He also took one not so unflattering, but you would likely never see that one. After tossing his phone aside he closed his laptop and went to join you in dream land. You were awoken by the sound of photo clicks. Opening your eyes to find that you and Jooyeon were surrounded by his members. There was a mixture of teasing and cooing at how cute you guys looked together. Jooyeon simply told them to send the photos to the group chat before turning over and going back to sleep nuzzled against you.

[lunaloveskpop23]

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Non - Idol Bangchan x reader

Summary: The reader meets Bangchan online and becomes close with him. What happens if they fall in love with a long distance between them?

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff and Angst.

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Y/N's POV:

I was scrolling through Instagram bored out of my mind. As I did, I was playing music and I was listening to "Back to Me" by The Rose.

I sang as I scrolled until I saw a post with a guy. He was smiling and he was showing dimples.

"He's cute," I say out loud to myself.

I click on his profile and look at his pictures. He's adorable. Should I send him a follow???? Would he even follow back........usually people don't know what to do.......

I debated about it and accidentally hit follow. I blush and threw my phone on the other side of the bed.

"Shit.....would he even follow back?"

I get quiet and take my headphones out. I sigh and go take a shower.

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*thirty minutes later*

I get out and I look at my phone. I saw someone started following me. I looked. It was the Bangchan guy. I blush. He's following me back?

I couldn't believe it...should I send him a DM? Would that be weird??

I get a notification, and I see it's from him.

"Hi!"

I look at the message and blush. I write back.

"Hi! How are you ☺️?"

Was the emoji too much? Probably. Why am i so awkward?!

I feel a buzz from my phone. I look and see he sent a reply.

"I'm good! Just finishing up some writing. What about you?"

I blush.

"Oh, I'm just scrolling through Instagram. About to lay down. For bed."

I set my phone down and turned on my TV to YouTube. I put on my sleep playlist.

I get a buzz. I look.

"Sleep? It's like 8 in the morning here."

8 in the morning? Oh, he must be in another country.

"Wait really? It's so late here. 😭"

"Ah, you must be in America then. I know my friend Felix is there for a while because of family."

"Wait Felix?!"

"Yeah Lee Felix. Do you know him?!"

"I do! I know him because he is a regular at the Café I work at."

"He is somehow everywhere. But he is a nice guy."

"He is. So, what do you write about?"

"Well, I write music. I do an underground rap group with my friends Han and Changbin."

"Oh? That is so cool! Well, I have to leave soon, but um my name is Y/N. What's your name?"

"I'm Bangchan, but you can call me Chris."

"It's nice to meet you, Chirs. Would you like to continue this conversation tomorrow?"

"Sure! Goodnight Y/N! I hope you sleep well."

"Thank you! Goodnight. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day,"

I set my phone down and I smile. He's so cute.

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Two months have passed by and we got closer. We texted every day and sometimes we video chat.

When we did that for the first time, I could have sworn my heart nearly exploded. We even decided to give each other nicknames.

He calls me baby girl. I call him my love. I know totally original, but he's a lovebug.

We are currently video chatting.

"So, then I tried making the drink again, but of course, she asked for the manager."

"Oh, she was a Karen?" He giggles.

"She had the hair and everything. So, Jeff walked out and told her off. He was not happy. This Karen apparently, is a neighbor of Jeff's."

"Oh god, What?!"

"Yeah, and she hates him. So the look on her face was priceless."

We both laugh for a minute and he smiles at me.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, baby girl. It's just your laugh is beautiful."

"Oh? Thank you."

"I do have something to tell you." He gets serious.

I look at him.

"What is it?"

"I might not be online a lot for a few weeks. I am sorry, baby girl. It's just I am going on a trip and this place has not the best wifi."

"Oh, um that's ok..." I get sad.

"Are you ok, baby girl?"

"Yeah...um I have to go. I'm sorry."

"Oh, ok. B-"

I hung up. Talking to him started becoming a daily thing. Now he'll be somewhere else for a bit. Barley texting him. Oh god...

I start crying. I wish he closer.....why must he be so far.

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"Thank you! Have a nice day!" I smiled.

"It's almost closing time, Y/N." Jeff walks up to me and says.

"I'll lock up, you can go ahead and leave." I say.

"You sure?" He asks.

"Yeah, I don't mind."

"Ok, see you Monday." I wave as he leaves.

I start cleaning up. I hear a door open.

"Sorry, we are closed."

"Even for me?" I stop and drop the broom. I look up and see Chris.

He smiles.

"Hi, baby girl." I smile and run to him.

He hugs me.

"I thought you would be somewhere else?"

"Surprise. I wanted to see you in real life. And I was able to get time off work."

"Oh Chris...."

I smile and pull back.

"You are more beautiful in real life."

I blush and giggle.

"Well, give me a minute while I finish." He nods and waits for me.

I finish and see him staring at me.

"What?" I giggle.

"Just a pretty girl I see."

"Oh?? You flirt." I blush.

"I'm serious."

I look at him.

"Chris..."

"I love you."

"What?" I look at him with wide eyes.

"I love you.."

I blush and walk closer to him and hug him.

"I love you too." He hugs me back and kisses my cheek.

My love...

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Hi pookies. Yeah the ending might be a little rushed. I apologize. I hope you guys enjoyed it. TXT next!!!!

- Luna 💜💗

[armandyke]

You've probably thought of it already but Cher's Believe is a very post-Dave Klaus song and I'm living for the idea of him singing it around the house at the top of his lungs (with Ben as both reluctant yet enthusiastic backup vocalist obvs)

YEA I was literally listening to that last night and picturing it hkajdhkajs

[fabulaee]

COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE

// A 🐺 fic based on my Stay journey’s aesthetics which was a coffee shop au bc they remind me of those times when I used to go to the café to draw and would see fellow regulars but unlike y/n and Chan, I never interact with them. We all just share a table 😂😂😂

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Monday. Wednesday. Friday

That was the set schedule for your coffee run. MWF from 9 am to 10, then coming back with your study supplies from 1 to 4 in the afternoon. It was routine; the small college café a safe haven from the slight messy floor of your dorm and the formal vibe of the library. Here you were focused and at peace of mind. The aroma of the coffee beans and soft sounds of the coffeeshop’s playlist serving as background noise.

There wasn’t much students at this time of the day compared to the much later prime of the evenings. The café then filled with college youths grabbing a drink after a long day’s worth of lectures and test reminders or staying to cram a night’s worth of information. There was something about cafés that seemed inviting and less suffocating yet at the same time a place where you can find the nursing students with their big thick books opened with streaks of neon yellow running across them.

“Vanilla Bean Cold Brew for y/n!”

Standing up, you went to grab your drink leaving behind the pastel rainbow set of highlighters and gel pens on top of your notes. You quickly thanked the barista as he handed you a straw before plopping back down on your seat continuing where you last went off. Something about the history of impressionistic art. You sighed as you lifted your eyes across the room, it was currently 2:30 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. A good time to take a break before your mind starts to commit brain fart.

*

Chris Bang. Affectionally called Bang Chan by his friends. Music major with golden hands, a good candidate for the honor roll, member of the varsity swim team, and resident social butterfly. An all rounder any college is proud to have.

You heard about him once or twice from your common friend, Yang Hongseok. They met at the gym apparently and became quick friends through the Japanese exchange student, Adachi Yuto, and their shared love for fitness.

You see him sit at the same spot everyday since the middle of sophomore year. His laptop with the cute decal of Deadpool open and his AirPods snugly tucked in his ears. He's always has his blonde head bopping to a song he's playing on either his phone or his laptop. Always seemed so engrossed in this little world he made for himself across the room, ignorant to the bustling crowd of students that come and go.

He looks up catching you off guard. His lips curled slightly upwards, chuckling to himself as he watches your cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Great, he must think I'm a weirdo!

With a quick exchange of nods you both went back to doing your own thing. Just a regular day at the coffee shop.

*

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

It's the Friday following Monday's slightly embarrassing incident. You looked up to find the same Chris Bang, laptop in hand, smiling at you like a friendly yet lost puppy. Warm brown orbs looking back at yours.

“My laptop's about to die and this is the only table with an outlet.” He explains himself, a tiny awkward giggle making up as the period.

“O-oh, of course!” You stuttered, hastily making room for him despite the large space as you swiped for the stray pastel highlighters and napkins closer. “No one's sitting here so go ahead.”

He whispered a small thanks before setting down his laptop to grab his bag from his usual spot while you went back to your notes. It was silent for awhile, only the sounds of pen against paper and the soft tick tack of the keys. At some point you hit a mind block, eyes glazing in boredom as you stared at the blank space of your notebook. You felt your table mate leave his stationary position too. he stretched in his seat before turning his attention to you.

Sensing his sudden gaze on you, you flashed him a small smile. You were never one to start a conversation, often keeping to yourself and minding your own business. A bit of a complete opposite towards the friendly Australian who somehow knows at least three students from each program.

He smiles back at you showing off his cute dimples and an outstretched hand. “Hey, I'm Chan. I never caught your name.”

Again with the cute giggle. It seems to be like a signature to him but it's cute still the same. You grasped his hand giving it a soft shake. “Y/n,” you answered curtly.

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The following days you find yourself hanging around Chan more. Afternoon study sessions were no longer a date between you and the textbook or the small watercolor set you laid out on the table. Chan was there to fill the space making the long table that was a party of one to a party of two and maybe some on certain busy hours but mostly it was the both of you in your own tiny world.

You got to know him, his likes and dislikes. His major and passion for music, sometimes slipping in a few complaints about certain homework here and there; What else he likes to do. Apparently mr. Chris Bang was gifted in so many areas you often wondered what good he must've done in his previous life to be this gifted. Not only was he a jack of all trades, he's also the master of all.

You even had a small debate between Deadpool and Spider-Man. God, he's such a nerd it's adorable!

In return he knew these things about you. How you're taking up art as your major hoping to make it out as an illustrator one day—

“it would be so cool if you drew a variant cover for Deadpool!”

“Ha! We'll see about that, Chris Reynolds.”

He knows how you like to collect stickers and are quite passionate about making sure your notes are beautiful. He knows how you loved your drinks iced despite it being the middle of winter.

“Isn’t the weather too cold for that?” He’d ask with a quirk of his brow, amused brown eyes glancing at the iced hazelnut latte you have in your hands.

“Nope!” you replied, taking a sip as you did so. “It’s always the perfect weather for an iced coffee, Bang.”

He only chuckled at that.

*

It hit you like a freight train. You didn’t mean to fall for him. It wasn’t supposed to happen. You and Chan? No way, it was just supposed to be just friends. The kind where you hang out and have fun, no feelings attached. He was just supposed to be that regular from the café, right?

That was the plan, right?

But you can’t deny the small flutters from your heart much like those newly emerged butterflies. How you can feel that giddy feeling of excitement when you spot his mop of chocolate curly locks outside the café’s window. How you mirror his smile when you get together to talk about anything and everything under the sun. Bang Chan in all his cute dimpled glory, soft curls and hearty giggles was just too much to adore.

Yet it wasn’t that what pulled you in to the Music major. You felt love blossom when you both stayed up late, when the café was quiet after a busy day. The only people around being a couple medical students, some late night goers, and the employees. You felt the tiny flower buds start to bloom when he stayed with you then; keeping you company under the dimly warm fluorescent lights, laptop tucked away and a hand playing with yours.

You felt it bloom when you cuddled on the booth’s sofa one rainy November day. He scoots over next to you when he saw you shiver from the corner of his eyes. He’s naturally warm —you’d often tease him how he made the room hot. Why? well it’s because he’s from Australia! which earned the loud chorus of laughter from his friends and Chan’s ears turning into the color of the fire hydrant.

“Babygirl, you’re shivering.” He mutters as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you gently towards him. You accepted the subtle invitation, sides sticking together as you both went through forgotten notes and half finished coffees.

You felt it when you caught yourself staring at him a little longer than intended. Eyes drifting from Jisung’s expressive face to glance at the older one. You watched him look at the former with such adoration in his eyes; how he looked like a proud dad. You watched him nod along and laugh to Jisung’s animated story about how he and Hyunjin would fight back in the day, a fact that still seemed to shock you seeing how they are the best of friends.

Your eyes would linger on him while he worked on his music; focused and determined, hiding the exhaustion and sleepless nights prominent on the dark circles under his eyes. He was handsome even if he looked like shit. Hell, he was handsome even when he sported the infamous broccoli colored hair. You’d find yourself in a trance, like it was a dream. The world didn’t matter as much anymore when it was only you and Chan in the small dimly table, surrounded by the aroma of coffee beans at the small quaint cafe at the corner of the street.

*

You loved him. You loved him in the most beautiful of ways; you loved him in the most perfect highs and in all those crevices full of flaws.

You loved him in those bright moments, when the lights were shining on him during a 3RACHA gig. How they made him more beautiful, how they made him stand out from the 2 younger members. You loved watching him do what he loves; how he immersed himself in a world that was different from yours. How his version of colors and dried paint were beats and melodies, rhythm and tempos.

You loved him in the lowest moments; when the tide was high enough to cover you. You loved how you fit perfectly in his arms, how he became a shoulder to lean on when you felt the world was against you and you to him. When he would open up to you about his worst fears and his grandiose ambitions; when he spilled his heart out at the underlaying insecurity that’s been biting him due to his perfectionist attitude. You became his confidante; the one he can trust his heart to.

You loved him in the times he was vulnerable. You loved him when he would bask in glory and shining lights. You loved him like those cheesy lines in love songs. You loved him like how the tides would look at the moon in awe and yearning; gravitating with every push and pull.

You loved him in ways words can never describe. How the seeds he planted in your heart bloomed to the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.

You love him simply because he’s Chan.

You promised yourself you’d be just friends. It was safer that way but then again, what is love when she’s not one without twists and turns?

What is love when she comes to you, sneaky and sly like a weed disguised as a flower, whispering into your ear that it’s him.

It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.

It was always him, it just took you some time to figure that out.

*

When you first met Chan, he was simply a friend of a friend. Someone you knew because your brothers are his friends. He was the guy you’d hear about in passing, the popular cool guy with a heart bigger than a massive sized teddy bear and a smile that could cure the most depressing of days. Someone who, in probability, would just be an acquaintance to you.

He was that guy you regularly saw at the coffee shop you visited every week. He was just some guy from the music department who would flash you a friendly smile because you were a familiar face.

Funny how fate made him more than what you originally expected him to be.

[mbergansmile]

Worst of you// part 2

Other Parts: Part 1 

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Leaning over the bathroom sink, y/n tried to forget one thing . She had kissed her boss. This was not something she had dreamt or something she had imagined in her head. Nope it actually happened and there was nothing she could do except to forget. He was right,no one could know. He had his wife and She had this job. Y/n hands gripped tighter on the sink. It wasn’t even the kiss that was bothering her, it was what happens after the kiss. Usually whenever Y/n would hook up with someone it would mostly consist of making out and drunk conversations. Then she’d leave and never really see them again.Even if she did see them again it wouldn’t be awkward giving the time gap and they would just share a hello as they pass one another. 

But this wasn’t a drunk hook up and she actually had to see him again this time. Her thoughts kept circulating in her head. Not knowing witch Instincts to follow. She obviously had never been in a situation like this before. It was completely new territory for her. 

Y/n had let the water running in the faucet. She placed her palms under the running water and splashed some onto her face. 

“ it’s gonna be fine” she mutters to herself “ Just walk in there like nothing happened “ she continued trying to giver herself the courage. 

“ it’ll be fine”  She looked away from the mirror and grabbed on of the towels and rubbed it on her face. She was going to be fine, she was going to get over this. It was going to be alright.  

                                                                                                                                      Y/n pulls up to the parking lot in her fathers old hand me down Jeep. That Jeep had been in the family for over 2 decades. She remembered riding in it for the first time ever. She was about 12 years old. Before than her father always kept the car in the garage. He would always look at her and say “ This car honey, this car is for special occasions only” It was his most precious possession. The car was a dusty military green with the exception of the roof that was black. 

That day when her father took her riding in the car, she had just overheard a fight between her parents. 

Her father had taken her out that day on a car ride to get her mind of things. But really it was for him. The whole town looked different that day. She looked at the trees and the street lights differently. The things that had looked so casual to her only days before were now suddenly a nostalgic memory. She had the same exact thoughts and feeling when she drove for the first time through her hometown. 

“ you little- watch where you’re going” She snaps, she doesn’t even look up. When Y/n lifts her eyes she’s sees a male. He had pale skin and raven hair.His hair was styled in a prince charming like hairstyle en it honestly made him look younger. His eyes were empty, they looked as if he hadn’t said or seen the outside world for over a month. Dark circles were under his emerald green eyes.Making Y/n wonder what actually had happened to him the day before. He had spilled Doritos. Cheddar floured Doritos, fell out of the bag and onto her. Favourite white blouse. She wanted to scream at him and tell him not to eat junk food near a high state building. That building probably had pencils worth more than that guy.  She couldn’t believe it. The crumps had a light sound as she stepped on the fallen Dorito-chips. Y/n closes the car door annoyed. 

“ holy shi- I’m so sorry” 

“ My names Fionn, I just thought you wanted you know ” He said. Was he seriously introducing himself in this monent. There weren’t sharp stains, in fact you couldn’t barley see them until he tried to get the stain off. Because he already had Dorito crumps in his finger tips it just ended up smudging the blouse more. Y7n pushed his file hands away from her blouse and started walking away. 

“ I truly am sorry “ he continued. She was to far by now to hear anything, if he even did say anything. Her first priority was to get rid of the stain. Y/n looks at her clock and sees that she still has about 15 minuets till work starts. Plenty of time to get her shirt cleaned. Y/n walks over to Janice and leans over the desk eyes her “ you wouldn’t know if we have a washing machine of some sort” Janice looks at her as if she was the dumbest person in this world “ I dunno hot stuff, why don’t you ask the cleaning ladies ?” Janice was clearly not having a good day either or maybe she was just annoyed to be the information guide“ calm down Janice, I was just asking” Y/n replied with a condescending tone. Just as she had cleared her mind a little she remember that she actually had an extra shirt. It was tucked away in her bag, she remembered that she had put it there for emergency’s like this. She gave Janice a small ignorant smile before leaving for the bathroom. Could this morning be any worse? 

   Y/n runs into the bathroom, she checks the time on her wrist “ Shit 5 minuets”she mumbles to herself as she stripped the shirt off her Body. Picking up the new one and put on. It so simply fit her body, even if it was a somewhat oversized sweater. 

Y/n tucked it into the jeans and walked out of the bathroom running over to her desk. 

 Getting to her desk just in time, she threw her stuff beside her chair and sat down. Tom called her into the office. His voice was sharp and stern. A little frightening-yes but she did as she was told. 

“Late again I see” He said. A fake smile form on her lips 

“ I know I’m sorry” The muscular man has wonder in his eyes, it can almost be portrayed as desire. He eyes the woman in front of him closely.Most likely wondering why she was wearing a white aliens are rad t-shirt.  Curling his lips as he utters the words “Would you be so kind and close the door”y/n walked over and closed the huge enchanting door. They were Victoria like almost but still had the brown colour of the wood. She turns around graciously and sits down. Sitting face to face with Tom felt comfortable, weird and it wasn’t something she enjoyed. He wasn’t saying anything to her, he just looked at her closely. Y/n shifts in her chair, her breathing getting louder and louder in her head. 

“I uh” he pauses and puts his hands together, intertwining his fingers and starts to fiddle his thumbs. There was something about Tom that always made Y/n wonder, was this all to much for her.? “I’m sure you know why I want to have a little chat?” She did. She knew exactly why he wanted to talk to her “ obviously the kiss was a mistake a mistake never to be repeated, understood” she nodded.Thomas Stanley Holland was mostly a self absorbed ass who didn’t care about anything other than himself and his company. Y/n knew that and she actually had been debating if she could put up with it. She’d heard awful Stories about him from Tabitha. It was clear to her that Tom Holland was not a good person. “ You may leave now” Y/n got up and started walking over to the big wooden doors.

“Oh and miss y/l/n make sure to see if my father is still set for our meeting later and also don’t let anyone in. I have a lot of work to get done and don’t want to be disturbed “ She nodded and walked out the door. Her finger runs through her hair as she exhales, she had been holding her breath the entire time trying nit to say or do anything stupid. She looks up at her surrounding trying to make sense 

Y/n sat back down behind her desk and called Domenic “ Hello Mr Holland, yeah it’s Y/N Y/L/N Tom’s assistant. I was just calling to check in the dinner meeting was still on ?” 

“Is Thomas being a little paranoid ?” His dark husky voice vibrated through her ears. He sounded like Tom, if Tom was a smoker of 30 years.  

“No sir, it’s just my job to check up on meetings incase there’s been any changed of plans” She explained, lying of course. Tom was being paranoid or at least not never trustful of his father. She wondered how Tom and Dom could sound almost identical but have two different ways of speaking. Dom was well calm and collected to his tone, Tom was the opposite. You could tell by the way he spoke that he was insecure. He didn’t have everything under control and She’s pretty sure that is what Dom thinks as well. 

“Tell my son that he doesn’t have to worry” he hung up the phone. Just as Y/n looks up from the cell phone she had just placed back into it’s operator a female walked past her. Y/n watched for a second before remember that she was not allowed to let anyone in “ Hey Miss you can’t go in there” the gorgeous female turns around and smiles “ Darling, I can go wherever I want whenever I want” she turned to doorknob and walks inside the office ‘Shit I’m getting fired’ y/n thought and got up. She ran after her into the office “ Sir I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t listened, should I call security?” Tom was watching the golden haired beauty with hearts in his eyes “ no need she’s my wife” she just nodded and stood by the doorway. She remembered that Tabitha had mentioned something about a wife. Y/n turns around leaving the office and closing the door behind her. 

I'm so sorry for another shitty ass chapter next one will hopefully be better and be up quicker lol. It’s just I'm currently writing a novel, like an actual young adult novel and I'm really excited and so that is why I haven’t updated. Again I am so sorry I hope you at least enjoyed this.

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